Saturday. Not a great night, but enough sleep, the stomach aching and gurgling all the way through til morning and not stopping until maybe half an hour after getting up at six-thirty. Felt like crap, didn't feel like eating, but still drove to the morning restaurant to have the French Toast with sliced bananas and strawberries, fruit cup and coffee for breakfast. Left half the French toast on the plate and kept the coffee to a cup. Managed the usual pictures walking to the car and was relieved my decision to go to breakfast seemed to have worked out OK. So far, so good.

The rest of the day spent avoiding food, watching Tiger Woods play at the Arnold Palmer Invitational tournament and napping. Finally feeling somewhat better, although the stomach is still twinging as it approaches evening. What was in that pasta and clam sauce? Was it the the pasta and clam sauce or something else? How much of that clam sauce do I have sitting up in the kitchen cupboard again? That much??!!

Evening. To bed early. We'll go to breakfast tomorrow, but also maybe drive by the supermarket and pick up some different things to eat. Haven't eaten much of anything other than breakfast this morning and after the clam sauce scare, I'm thinking of avoiding the pasta/clam sauce for the near future.